G R I M L O C K

The hot sands, vast and expansive, were left... quiet. For the most part. Desolate, unfriendly, just like the group that lived in it. Undisturbed by outsiders for years, it seemed. And now, disturbed by one particularly strange dragon. His beastly roar echoed before his body plummeted into the sands, large and broad wings floundering around as he writhed in pain.

The dragon's head swiveled as he found his bearings, hot breath leaving his maw as he examined his body. Cuts and gashes littered his forelegs, umber blood spilling onto the sands, causing him to wince. Tenderly, he licked at his wounds, sitting his large form down. For now, he just wanted the pain to ease.

The tinge of salt filled the air as the lion padded along the desert's edge. As scent all too familiar engulfed his lungs, a dark silhouette crossed his narrowed gaze in the distance and landed with a struggle. Aegon reasoned that was the source. Paws trudged forward towards the stranger as blood poured out onto the sands. He never considered going to grab someone with medical knowledge because, quite frankly, he didn't care. His role was to endure death, not prevent it. Every now and then the horseman liked to muddy the water, but never cleanse it. He would not act otherwise.

The lion's head turned down to the ground as he came to a halt next to Jormungand. Slitted hues looked at the umber liquid. His paw reached down towards it's surface and momentarily reminisced in the warmth. Letting out a satisfied hum, he offered a paw to Jormungand. "Mutilation," he blandly murmured. Soft eyes traced up from the ground and up to the dragon's forelegs. None elsewhere. 'From a smaller being?' the lion thought. "If that isn't obvious."

Disregarding the other Pittian's question, he cleared his throat. "Who are you and why are you here?" His eyes tried to connect with the dragon's and lock, hoping to induce pressure and urgency. If it was another case of wanting refuge due to injuries, Aegon would probably sigh. He did not come to the mortal realm for repetitiveness.

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The arrival of two strangers was enough for him to snarl, stepping back as they got closer. Bear-like lips peeled back to reveal sharp, curved canine teeth as he hissed. "Grimlock not like strangers." Not anymore. By now, the bleeding had slowed, but not stopped. "Grimlock attacked by other dragon. Bit Grimlock until he bleeds." He kept a defensive posture, wings protecting his forearms, eyes focused on Jormungand and Aegon.

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Grimlock snorted, teeth clenched as he narrowed his gaze at Jor. "Grimlock not know desert belonged to a group. Grimlock just flee from big green dragon." He growled, watching the panther approach. "Grimlock want new home. But Grimlock needs to trust strangers first." He huffed, still covering his arms with his wings.

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The mystery came to a quick end as the two were faced with gleaming canines. Aegon shook his paw off, continuing to stare up at the other as he did so with a narrowed gaze. The dragon did not trust them. That was obvious, but given they were the other's only accompaniment and a potential chance at healing, the lion felt that Grimlock would have to buckle to their presence soon, especially if they wanted somewhere to stay. Jormungand had already seen the hypocrisy in that. With a tilted head, he let out a hushed sigh.

His slitted hues momentarily shifted in Jormungand's direction. "He's covering his arms because of the blatantly, eye-catching blood pouring from them," the other Pittian stated bluntly towards the panther. He dramatically flicked the remaining blood on his paw towards the other, only to rub the rest off on his chest. 'Where else could it be coming from? Fool.'

"If you must, you may be allowed to stay here," came his low drawl. Aegon did not care to wait for the leader's approval. "Perhaps point us in the direction of the other dragon so we can defend our borders if an issue arises." He wasn't sure how well the ardent would take that though. Allowing danger into their realm was not exactly the best situation, but if Olalla was cocky enough to take up leadership without any experience, perhaps a giant dragon would be a wake up call.